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The day had been long, but when she'd gotten the text to meet up, she hadn't hesitated in responding 'yes'. There was time to clean up, to wave the girls goodbye after they'd eaten around the corner, their new custom, and the way they kept up their spirits in the ritualistic drive of practice, day in, day out. They had a tour to prepare for and it would be a lie if Hyuna said she felt ready for it. Every day brought new details to obsess over, and each day was another chance to trash what they'd been agonizing and try something fresh, because, if it wasn't fresh to them, would it be good for anybody else? She still smelled like smoke and barbecued meat, but who cared, fanning out dark brown hair and zipping her jacket up tight. She and Junhyung had a place they liked to meet, down by the Han which would be quieter at the odd hour of the night. They had a lot to catch up on, anyways. Like how did it go with him and that girl, and how was the staff doing settling in at the new studio? And she had stories from London, of course, the kind of things where she'd regale about the nothing parts like the shopping, and the hard parts.

With her hands stuffed into her pockets, she made her way towards the designated meeting spot, still wearing sneakers despite the chill. The news today was full of scandal from the government, and the dryer part of her wonder which celebrity would be thrown under the bus to take off the heat. One day, she figured, it'd be her. So best to try to keep a clean living. Taking a seat along the side, she watched her feet hang, almost over the water itself, smiling faintly as she waited. It wouldn't be long. So instead she put in her headphones, listening to CLC's new comeback album, nodding her head along with the different notes, and proud of the work she contributed and the growth that the girls had shown.

Junhyung was in one of his headspaces again; walls closing in, colors going black and white, breaths shallow, energy low. Maybe he had been sitting in front of his keyboard too long that his hands started reminiscing over songs he'd once played, twice forgotten and half remembered. What should he do? He didn't know and maybe he didn't need to know, but right now all he wanted was the comfort and lilac scent of his best friend - someone he'd been through everything with, someone who he knew would continue to be there for him. Their friendship was delicately showcased on television but they only half got into it, only half telling of the phone calls over music or texts over lyrics. Junhyung wanted it that way. Their friendship needed to be cherished and protected - not something that was thrown out for the world to feel like they had a right, had an access to. None of it was their business.

The text sent out to Hyuna was an S.O.S of sorts. It's not that he made a mistake, nor did he regret things he did, but the reminiscing was the killer part. Maybe it was because of this new girl that he thought of the past - though he wouldn't dare put enough weight on it to say so for sure. It was starting out - the messy, stumbling, 'I'm still not sure about you' stage. He knew Hyuna would understand without him having to say a single word on the matter. That's what he loved and cherished most about their friendship. It was wordless, seamless; they moved and thought as a unit.

Junhyung's long coat flapped around his knees as he approached their usual spot. He had on his black sweater (a brand of a fellow idol who had left on her own way, a solidarity he felt for her, respect for what she had gone through, bitterness in the way she must have felt like he felt about his lost group mate), the arms and logo of which hidden beneath his jacket sleeves and scarf. It would be immediately recognizable if he had shown it. But his jacket and scarf were all he needed to protect himself from the mild winter night. So when he came into view it was under amber lights.... dark, bright, dark, until he reached Hyuna and eased himself onto the side of the bridge. Their legs would dangle over the Han as always, ritual; what would happen if we jumped?

Things were different now. She didn't have the other girls, and it broke her heart... but in some ways she was happy they were all pursuing things wholeheartedly. Following them for a while had been painful, especially at first when they'd parted ways, but now she could pick up pieces of news about them and feel the kind of happiness she wanted, without the bitterness. They all had their reasons. And now, she felt good in being able to help the direction of the other female group within the company. CLC was exploding out of an adolescent feeling, and that she could identify with. Hadn't she been reminiscing the other day with Sohee how Irony was just about to turn 10 years old in a month? So much had changed, and she could understand why the other girls yearned for a new sound and look that matched the maturity they were feeling themselves. 4Minute had been that calling for them, and hopefully, their new sound complimented them in the way that they felt happy with.

A headphone was pulled out, and she looked to him with a grin, sideways cast, pressing pause on her phone to let the noise cease and the low buzz of the night take over. They sat in silence for a moment, before Hyuna nudged at him with her shoulder, bumping into him purposefully with a grin. "I thought it was you. Wasn't sure what I'd do if it wasn't. Gotta give a girl warning." not that she would have noticed with the world cancelled out but. She'd say it anyways, if only to make the joke with him. "I saw the new Hitmaker~ Luna-ssi killed it for you man. She's got such a good voice." there was a feeling she had that this wasn't about work. But it was easy to ease him into a comfortable zone to speak when he had familiar ground to start with, from experience.

"Ahhh~ it's so cold. I hate it. I can't believe in a month I'll be overseas again though. I feel I just got back! London, Seoul... then Vancouver. I've never been to Vancouver. I wonder if Gina unni would know what to expect there. Is it warm? Is it cold? I have no idea. But I'll bring back something cool, like maple syrup. We could do something like a pancake day. Or waffles. Hmmm... waffles or pancakes, what's your take?" She was good at spinning a conversation out of nothing, her grin as easygoing as anything.

One of Junhyung's favorite things was to listen to Kim Hyuna ramble on about her life, about her worries.... about anything as long as she could keep it going, to keep the listener distracted. She was just like therapy; she was here for her friends in any way they needed and Junhyung had seen every part of that. Right how he was still deciding what exactly he needed but it would come to him, or come out of him in whatever way necessary. Junhyung let out a breath and reached over to take her hand, looking at how small it was beneath his bigger one, how much it held beneath it and the weight of everything thrust onto her. Yeah, he felt guilty. He felt bad for taking his own path and leaving the weight of Cube on her shoulders. As much as he had faith in the other groups, Hyuna was the biggest star in that galaxy. For him, though, the move was necessary. He was dying out in Cube and being a traditional idol, as such, was suffocating him. He had to get out. But he wanted Hyuna to always feel assured she had him to rely on if she needed it - for music making, for lyric writing, for a new company, for talking and drinking and bullshit.

"Pancakes," he said, resting his hand on the cool concrete with hers atop - save her from the rough, cold support beam. "I don't think pancakes get enough love." Junhyung looked out across the Han river at the lights and the way they flowed imperfectly across the water. He sort of felt like them - their path intended on a particular place but life was ever-moving and undeniable, so it scattered his intentions everywhere. He let out a big sigh. "What are we doing, Hyuna?"

The question was simple yet messy. The boy sent a hand through his hair and then down his neck, rubbing at the tight muscles. He wasn't playing anymore. Things were messy but things were always messy in his life unless it was work. No wonder he had been spending so much time at the studio lately. It was the only place he could truly let out his feelings properly - unless of course you're counting Hyuna's therapy nights. He felt bad in a way - was he dumping more heaviness onto her? Were his worries over trivial and non-trivial the type of thing that contributed to her stress? Or was it good for her to hear and help and heal? Honestly he never asked because he was scared about the answer. So instead he selfishly moved forward in a way that was delicate and careful, but yet trampling over the growing greenery of steadiness.

"Would it be strange to say I look for you in others?" The confession came out greeted by his swift motion downward, finding solace in her lap, immediately pressing his ear against her thigh and the top of his head between them. Resting, rested. "It's like our friendship is too good. It's too high of a bar for anyone to reach. You're too dynamic, too understanding, too tough and too loving. You're this beacon of hope of what everyone can become - strong, resilient, trusting, brave. And yet in your own way it's humble and vulnerable. You make me feel like the weight of my bullshit will crush you but it doesn't, you never tell me to stop, you're always willing to listen and help. So I subconsciously look for that in other people. It's why, not entirely so, but it's why I can't find that connection. I'm trying.... I've tried, maybe, gotten a little carried away," he ended with a laugh, "but I just find myself seeking out your approval. Is she good? Is she not good? Are you going to stay, are you not going to stay?"

She got it. That's why it took time, that little moment where acclimatizing occurred, that reaction that was anything but physical between two people, where the chilly fronts of defence met with the warm fronts of acceptance. Mixing into the perfect storm. Rambling was an art that she had all but perfected, and with his hand taking hold of hers, she easily laced her fingers through and squeezed, with a little bit of might behind the action, given that her hands were so much smaller and they impact, sometimes, that much less. It was always the ones you knew the longest, singing the same song, sometimes, that were overlooked, but she didn't mind it really. It was something you signed up for when it came to best friends. Watching the highs and lows and mistakes. Both ways. Sometimes they messed up and that was okay. Being a good friend meant standing by with a towel, ready to help the other back up and get it back together. Pieces, placed together, finding new glues, finding new things to help build oneself up. The journey in the last 8 years. That was something for them.

"Yeah, pancakes. Like I think pancakes are so good but I wish I made them better. I'm always like. Burning the bottom or not flippin' them right. I'm so messy! But I mean I'll practice. For sure. You might have to settle for some getting burnt though, like, maybe that's what's on the menu with Canadian maple syrup. It's okay. The sugar's gonna cover that shit right up." She laughed, more like cackled, waving her feet around in the negative space below. Almost as if they were ready to fall right into icy waters. No thanks. There was too much living that they had left to do. So she squeezed a little bit harder, and she shrugged her shoulder slightly. What were they doing? Well. "I guess it's another night. I mean I figured you had something to say. For me... I dunno? I've been pretty good. Thinking about things a lot since I got back from London. Like there's this tour and then there's the CLC girls and I'm trying to figure out what I wanna do with my life. And my life isn't a total mess anymore so now's a good time to be like, okay, let me sort this stuff out."

The next words barely gave her pause. Hyuna only laughed - she did, however,r move to help him lay down better against her lap, her hands moving through his messy hair. Again, she shrugged, and looked from him to the water, her mouth moving sideways in thought. "... I think we're supposed to look for those things. It's good and bad really. I mean the good is... you wanna find a partner, not just a person. A partner's gonna be your best friend. And since I'm your best friend, your brain is like, okay does this person make me laugh and make me happy and listen to me? That's a partner quality. A partner's really a best friend that you have awesome sex with. That's like, the thing with it. So you're looking for someone that makes you feel happy and not judged." This made her laugh again, and looking at him she gave him a dramatic grimace. "Again!? Oh oppa. Ya goof. Don't worry, there's lots of fish out there. If that girl wasn't what you wanted, you'll find one that matches things. Things I have and do for you and things I don't. That's the magic of falling in love." Despite years of falling out of favour for it, she had that belief, at least.

"... no matter who you end up with, I'm always gonna be your best friend, idiot. That's what we're supposed to do for each other. I'm the same way. I wanna person in my life that's all like... cool and weird and fun and super artistic. I have that struggle too. But it's okay. I figure, it'll come when it comes. No rushing, no hurrying. That's when you pick up mistakes. But every L's gotta have a little sunshine in it. That's why, don't worry pabo. I'll always be here for ya."

It was such a relief having Kim Hyuna as his best friend. Where would he be without this girl? Truly, honestly; where? For starters he'd be a lot of places that were lower than the standard of person he had become now - because she demanded better of him and he wanted that pull, that push. He needed it. Otherwise he became stagnant and he lived too much in his head, too much in his studio for anything to get him to focus on his heart. Kim Hyuna was there to remind him of the important things in life; being good, being honest, being true. Instead of being a workaholic she made him get out and breathe fresh air.

Her words were comforting to him. He knew he wanted a best friend in his partner, in whatever girl came his way, whatever girl developed that level of trust and friendship and yet with the intensity and fire of a passionate relationship. Hyuna was right - it needs to be someone that matches, matches. Something like a best friend he could see himself having awesome sex with. Junhyung chuckled at this part of her words because it was sweet, understanding.... honest. Honesty, there it was again. And all the while he was starting to feel a little bit better. Twisting up worries in his head could be dangerous if he didn't let them out. Hyuna made sense of it all. He wanted her.... but yet not her at the same time, someone like her but not quite her because again, where would he be without his best friend? And if love taught him anything it was that the romantic kind was unstable and unsteady, prone to lies, deceit and deception. Friendship and best-friendship.... those were pillars of steadiness. Things he could build a raft out of and make it back to shore.

"Pabo," he repeated back to her, smiling - he hoped she could hear it in his voice. "I see what you mean and you've made it make sense. It's because we need both and you're my best friend for a reason. Our friendship, our relationship has already solidified itself in our minds. It's everlasting so, fuck, why wouldn't I look for that in someone else? But like you said it's more, it's about that passion, that 'I want to have awesome sex with you' feeling that isn't awkward, or forced, or weird. Fun, maybe, a little silly but never uncomfortable." Junhyung let out a breath. "And you need that too but you're patient. I try to find it in whoever I feel a spark with but that's not the right way to go about it. It needs to be proper - friendship and then whatever comes next, because at the end of the day I'll always have you even if that goes south and you know the same for me, I'll always be here for you, always. And if you need anything - a...pretend boyfriend, someone to pin the blame on, someone to hide from the gremlin's in your closet well, you got me, babe."

There was a quiet between them, and she just sunk with it, kicking her feet back and forth, slowly, without saying a word. The night was cold, and her jacket pulled tight to defend against it. Her hair blowing, loosely. The two of them had a lot on their minds, and had a history of reliance on one another. From unhealthy to better, she felt comfortable with their friendship now and the point in which they'd moved to, from constantly calling on one another to having a steadier handle on themselves. How many times had Jun helped bail her out of bad situations in the past? Too many times. So helping him sort out his messy thoughts? That didn't bother her. It was almost the least that she could do.

"You're the paaaa-bo~" the sing song of her words carried, the uplifted volume of her voice. A few people walking by, they looked up, but went back to their own conversations a moment later. They were just two dumb kids, talking about their lives to the eyes of the observer. Which... if she was being honest, they were. "I'm glad you feel that way. I mean. It's like what you want at the time right? I'm not saying, screw short term things. If that's what you want, it's what you want. But I just feel that you don't really want that right now. We're both just in a different place now. Having someone you can really chill and bond with is really the goal in things. It's better for your heart." Hyuna laughed quietly, shyly, carding her hair back behind her ear, knowing that he was right in his own way. Right. She would need that sometime in her life. But now? Maybe. "I... I mean I'd like that. I'm not in a rush. I just know that at some point, there's gonna be a super awesome person who'll show up and be there for me. And I'll be there for them. Right now might not be that time, but I won't close my heart to it."

Relationships were hard, essentially, but the adventure of finding that right fit was definitely a thrill. Poking his head, she grinned slightly. "Let's make a wish or something. Let's work hard to be people worthy of great love! It's time to work hard on ourselves!" they could scream it to the worlds, convince themselves. She had that fiath in them.

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